Bill was standing abrupt to Skully, but after the man scurried away, he turned his attention to Will and the pretty young woman just behind him. Bill tried smiling as pleasantly as possible to maybe edge toward speaking, but the effort was in vain – he and Will stood silent.

By looking at the older Turner you could tell his deliberate attempt to warm up the situation, but if one was to look at Will then his expression would've given you no clue to his emotions.

So many emotions and initial feelings coursed through William, when he laid eyes on the old man he immediately knew him as his father, something about him told him that. So of course he felt anger, anger for leaving his mother, his mothers death, and how alone Will felt for more than half his life. Then his thoughts quickly went to Paul and Andrew and what he had told the boys. His father was here now, unlike theirs, his father had finally come…

Bill cleared his throat and shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. "William, its so good to see you again." He got out quickly. "I…I can explain everything."

Bill made another glance at his son, he still couldn't tell his standings on the matter. So he looked down, feeling on the spot now. "Its been so long and…and I…"

He fidgeted with his beard, unsure of what to say. "I'm just sorry."

Will came towards him with out another moment's hesitation. Both of them embraced as well as reveled in the others presence.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am" Bill choked out, muffled by Will's shirt.

Silence followed, but it was for Will to gain his composure. "I've missed…you." Will said as he took a harder grip on his father's coat.

Elizabeth had by now taken off her binding from her mouth and hands and stood in awe. Tears formed in her eyes and trickled slowly down her cheek while her arm wrapped around her. She covered her mouth to try and keep as reverent as possible.

Many times in the past her and Will had spoke of their parents. She would talk fondly of her mother, but only knew her as an acquaintance, from the stories her father told her. Will would often speak of how wonderful his father was, as he got older the memories faded, some bitterness and anger in sued, but he always had some hope of goodness in the absent man.

Of course Jack had come out from the side of the house. He was the shadow that had caught Will's eye earlier. Jack stood next to Liz and watched for as long as he could bear and started to go towards them but Liz put a firm hand on his arm.

"No Jack, just let them be."

"Oh! C'mon, they'll have plenty more moments. Besides, we need to catch up!"

So he leapt over to the two men and laid a hand on their shoulders.

"Well isn't this lovely! What say you to having us for dinner? We have a lot of talking mate…" He started towards the front door. "Oh Liz love, rum please?" he called behind him with a dashing grin.

At the mention of his wife's name he realized he hadn't checked on her and immediately went to her side.

"Elizabeth! God I'm sorry I –"

"Shhh" she smiled with a finger to his lips. "No no none of that, I'm fine, see?" She put her hand on his cheek and felt the warm moisture from passing tears.

"Are you sure? …And the…?" he was hesitant to mention the baby.

She grinned. "Yes fine. Now go, its not everyday your father appears on our doorstep."